lullabelle | (no subject)

So my morning was going pretty sucky. Heart attack kicked it off, as well as another department on a witch-hunt for the person giving out too many corporate coupons (not me) and harassing me with dumb questions while I'm trying to navigate my way through 110 check-outs on my own, and a woman who closely resembled an aardvark screeched at me in the middle of a full lobby and accused me of lying when I told her there was no management on site right then.

None of this matters. Some stoner just came in off the street and asked me our nightly rate. I told him it was $189. His reply?

"Dude, are you smoking the Kool-Aid?"

ARE YOU SMOKING THE KOOL-AID.

Hysterical laughter ensued. He still has no idea what I thought was so funny. I sent him to the Motel 6.

THIS DAY JUST GOT A BILLION TIMES BETTER.

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I think it's time we nuke Yahoo Answers from orbit.

NO! Not Yahoo Answers. Who am I going to look to the next time I need to know the difference between a woofer and a tweeter (which, it turns out, is not as dirty as it sounds...) or how to self-administer an alcohol enema (which is EXACTLY as dirty as it sounds)?